Growing up in Hawaii, I’ve been influenced by Japanese culture since my childhood. Traveling to Japan was always on the top of my list.
I had a preconceived notion of what I thought Japan would be like, the nostalgia that I had created in my mind, of a far off land with the beauty and craft of the most thoughtful and precise artisans in the world. A style, grace, and beauty that was unmatched. My nostalgia and reality did not completely sync on this trip.
I’m still trying to unpack all of the things I’ve seen and heard in the last two weeks, just scratching the very surface of a culture that I’m still so interested to understand. Loosing traditional artistry and old culture in a modern world of organized chaos. Lamenting about new replacing the old with disregard for their precious traditions.
Over the next few days I’m going to share some of the things that caught my eye on our trip. This is the first time I didn’t pressure myself to shoot what I think other people want to see. I’m still holding on to my idea of what I thought Japan was, from my childhood, so I got lost in all the details - the details were quiet and beautiful, thoughtful and specific.
Kanazawa was our favorite place in Japan. The bullet train only started three years ago, it’s small and quiet, with a lot of history and culture - having been well preserved and saved from the bombings of WWII. It’s the home to DT Suzuki, one of the most influential figures to spread Zen Buddhism to the western world; has one of the top three gardens in Japan, Kenroku-en; has amazing sushi; a great city bike system; and a damn fine wine/beer/food festival.